the middle of playtime, dropping the toys and throwing her arms around
my neck and planting a big wet one on me. I remember a time it felt
like that would never happen. I'm not talking about our rough
transition or our attachment. I mean a time when it felt like this
child would never be home.
Tonight I put her in her warm fleecy pajamas and remembered the days I
spent picking them out, washing them, folding them and placing them in
her room.
Tonight I changed her diaper after stockpiling diapers in every size
imaginable, because I didn't know what size she might be when she
finally got home.
Tonight I held her in my arms and kissed her sweet face while she
snuggled into my shoulder, ready for bed, and I remembered all the
nights I found myself in her room looking at an empty crib.
Tonight I realized she is finally here. She is home. This child I
prayed over and cried for is steps away sleeping as i write this, and
is home forever.
And she was completely and totally worth the wait.
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2 comments:
That just warms my heart! Ahhhhhh... I know I will feel that same way, some day soon. Some days it still feels like we're never, and I mean NEVER going to get there, but reading this makes me feel like there is hope. Congrats to you Em! Love your post! :)
Sweet post, Emily. Isn't our God AWESOME!! I love those big wet slobbery kisses, too :-)
Shannon
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